Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: My Evolution

  • At First Light and Saturdays

    It was dawn, but little light filtered through the gray clouds; Belle was merely a shadow on the other side of the French doors, a silhouette of a well-behaved puppy, sitting politely, patiently. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was watching me, silently begging for an early walk. I can't resist puppy…

  • Lessons from the Butterflies

    "The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough."    ~ Rabindranath Tagore  The Hollow is filled with butterflies these days… word got out about all of the beautiful wildflowers, I suppose. Many of them are too quick for me and my camera, but this beauty stayed put long enough for me to snap several shots. …

  • Back in time… back to the island… back to Galveston.

    I rolled into Galveston after dark. It was the final section of the I-45 Time Tunnel I'd been traveling for almost an hour, seeing each of the sites clearly despite nightfall. Perhaps better, because the darkness blocked reality, allowing me to see each place as I remembered it… …there was Almeda Mall and its movie…

  • On Frankie, the Dogs and my Heart

      I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……

  • Happy Anniversary, Long Hollow!

    It's hard to believe, but today is the second anniversary of my blog! I'm hanging out in a college computer lab, passing the time until the Girl gets out of her hours-long summer Physics class. I'm her chauffeur since we're down to just two working vehicles; the other 7 or so are just for decoration.…

  • Heart beats. Heart POUNDS.

    It started in my dream, the boom, boom, booming in my chest. Before the Dream Me could finish googling 'heart pounding' and 'anxiety attack', it shook me awake and I realized it was real, not a dream… my heart was actually pounding so hard, so fast and furiously, that it woke me from a sound sleep at 1AM.…

  • Connections

      Here I am sitting on another Friday facing a jam-packed weekend and I haven't even mentioned the last one yet! How did Friday sneak up on me like this? Has it really been a week since I helped surprise Lexie for her 50th birthday? (She's the one in the blue birthday sash.) I didn't…

  • The Moon, the Hourglass and the Holy Trinity

    Sitting low on the horizon, the rust-tinted full moon kept me company all the way home from the grocery store last night. And there he was again this morning, sitting on the railing right outside the French doors, waiting for me it seemed. Full moons mesmerize me. I could spend hours just sitting still, staring…

  • Be Still. Balance. Breathe.

      Stand still, planted in the meadow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Listen. Hear the birds kreee-kreee across the pond, Belle and Max munching grass near my feet. Feel the minute. Close my eyes and really feel it… feel my heartbeat counting off the seconds… "On the tightrope of life, only one thing allows us to move…

  • Carry On, My Dirty White, Blue Collar Son

    There's nothing like a rock concert to make you feel eighteen again… the music pounds so hard it chips away the years. You can't remember if you turned off the coffee pot, but lyrics long-buried in the rubble of your brain flow out of your mouth – the soundtrack to scenes of your life, years…